Out Fa The Bag

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I'm making plays on my way to court
She playing games with my life like this shit a sport
And I been out here in the field niggas on the porch
And stealing milk from the baby's on child support
All I really want to do is lift my la familia
I think I seen the bitch before she looking familiar
I spent a thousand on my jewels fuck them looking loos
A couple bands on my shoes make a bitch choose
She gon suck dick cuz she like to count
I ride around in a jag like I'm Tran pounce
Bitch I can make a 8ball bounce
Bitch I can send them packs to yo town
I been stacking it up in large amounts
I just let that money talk before I announce
She don't want slack she want POW
As soon as that bitch get the signal she going down

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Wassupper my killas and all my bitches
I hope y'all ready to get these riches
To stacc that gwop them dividends
Me and Wino pimpin in all blue Benz
All blued out on them all blue rims
Them 1s them 10s them dubs and fins
When you got c notes then you got boats
And hoes and golds hanging from your throat
With icing on em you shining homie
It's funny with a bag you never lonely
Stocks and bonds and a big ass lawn
And a Maserati in your garage
Some read Bibles some study Koran
You fuckin redheads brunettes and blonds
When yo pocket low tho you get no run
No drank no food no fun
Get the bag homie

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They say Clay why you acting like an asshole
I sad nigga cuz I'm all about my cash flow
Imma Byg Dawg y'all niggas tadpoles
Niggas tryna go fast but they gas low
I got a bitch that's from Houston like an Astro
I kill that pussy like Jason no mask tho
Out for the cash I'm moving fast never last hoe
Had to exchange my current bitch for my last hoe
Told her that I'm hungry she took a nigga to maestro's
This ain't my first rodeo I pulled her like a lassle
Fast go then go fast baby like Nascar
Say they get the bag these niggas sad I laugh hard
Niggas know I come with plenty heat
Blow her back out in between the sheets
Ain't talking money I don't wanna speak
They sleeping on me so they counting sheep
Official my name ringing in the streets
Always making money in my sleep

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